After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

Qinglian, who was lying on the ground, immediately got up and stopped pretending to be dead.

"This fighting and killing is not good."

The main concern is that we're sending ourselves into the lion's den; how can we possibly win that?

"Hey? Listen to what I have to say, everyone."

Seeing the silent cub walk quietly onto the stage, and then seeing the man in red calmly watching him go up, he couldn't help but speak up.

"You deliberately let the other party know about your spiritual energy, young benefactor."

Qinglian had just discovered how pure the little guy's spiritual energy was, and he almost couldn't resist taking a bite.

The snake demon's eyes just now looked as if it had discovered some treasure; regardless of race, everyone wants to enhance their own cultivation.

The man's eyes flickered suddenly, and his silence only strengthened Qinglian's belief that his judgment was correct.

"Why did you put him in this situation? He's still a child. Aren't you afraid he'll hate you?"

Upon hearing the word "hatred," Mo Shitian's face instantly darkened, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and a murderous aura surged forth, slowly enveloping his opponent.

"Hate? Even if I kill you now, he will only stand on my side. What are you? A fallen god reincarnation, yet you dare to sow discord between us."

As Mo Shitian watched the fluctuations of the divine soul within his body grow stronger and stronger, his eyes grew colder and colder. He raised his hand, preparing to deal with that wisp of divine consciousness.

"Why are you so angry, sir? This humble monk has no idea how he has offended you."

Qinglian was rescued. For a moment, she felt like her brain had exploded, and she couldn't even use her demonic power.

Mo Shitian squinted at the old monk who was walking towards him. The faint Buddhist light emanating from the monk was extremely dazzling, making one want to destroy it.

"Old bald monk, keep your disciple in check and keep him away from my bloodline, otherwise even Buddha himself couldn't save him."

"Master! Why are you here?"

The old monk tapped him on the head in exasperation. "How come you've gotten into trouble again after all this time? Aren't you just making trouble for me?"

"Let me see if you won."

"Uh, I lost."

"Lost again!"

The old monk could hardly bear to watch; he had come every year and lost every year, which had made him lose all face.

"I had my reasons. I gave it to that little guy on stage. You see, I really wasn't lying."

The old monk looked up and saw that the child was indeed telling the truth. However, his brows furrowed in deep thought. Why was the spiritual energy in this child so strange?

“Master, this is the cub I told you I had my eye on, but unfortunately I failed to bring it to our sect after two attempts.”

"It's rare that your judgment has improved. This child's spiritual energy is exceptionally pure; he's a promising talent." However, being too assertive isn't necessarily a good thing.

As Mo Shitian listened to their conversation, more and more black lines appeared on his forehead.

"Shut up, my child will not cultivate Buddhism, he will only kill Buddhas."

Agreeing to cultivate under Di Moxiao was already his biggest concession.

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Mo Shan'an stood on the stage, his hands clenched tightly in his palms. As for why he didn't refuse, perhaps it was because he didn't want to disappoint the other party.

Disappointment leads to disdain, and disdain means being abandoned. He didn't want to; he didn't want to experience being abandoned again.

"Little thing, give up struggling and obediently serve me. Was that man your father just now?"

The snake demon approached the cub step by step, and just as he had guessed, slowly coaxed and deceived him.

"The fact that he actually asked you to kill me means he doesn't want you anymore, because you don't actually want to kill me; he wants you to die."

The little guy stood there, stunned, even his exposed eyes began to look blank, his pupils empty as he repeated his words.

"He doesn't want me anymore?"

Yes, he doesn't want you anymore.

The snake demon prefers to attack where its opponents are weak, especially by manipulating them into illusions.

Di Yexuan couldn't stand it when Mo Shan'an appeared on the stage again. He cursed Mo Shitian in his heart several times, knowing full well that the cub hadn't been cultivating for very long, yet he still let him come up like that.

"Your Highness, what are you doing?"

Tenglong held back the people who stood up and tried to rush onto the stage several times. Although he also wanted to stop them, the cub's personality was quite endearing.

"I'm going to save him, don't stop me."

Di Yexuan was agitated, especially when he saw that Mo Shan'an had lost consciousness. "I, Your Highness, will skin that snake, remove its bones, stew it, and feed it to the fish."

"Since that man did this, he must have had his reasons. This is his only child, so nothing will happen to him. Your Highness, please don't act rashly."

Tenglong simply didn't believe that Mo Shitian would just watch his only bloodline be killed.

Di Yexuan almost blurted out that this was the only cub of the dragon race. If you knew the truth, you might be even more anxious than I am.

"No, you don't understand. This prince is doing this for the future of the dragon race."

From below the stage, Mo Shitian watched as the snake demon invaded the cub's consciousness. His hand, clenched tightly under his sleeve, turned white at the fingertips, leaving a row of crescent-shaped marks on it, with blood beads oozing out. The blood dripped from his palm onto the ground.

"Master, I'd better go and save the young benefactor."

Qinglian couldn't bear to watch him get eaten like that, so she planned to go on stage to save him and ask her master to take care of him too. This man is really heartless.

The old monk raised his hand and pressed him to the spot, glanced at the masked man in red, and then looked at the bloodstains on the ground.

"It's not your turn, you fool, to save them."

Didn't you see there were still people there?

"But"

"Don't worry, this young benefactor isn't as fragile as you think."

It's unclear who this was addressed to; it seemed like it was directed at a disciple, or perhaps a reminder to someone.

The snake demon saw that the cub had completely fallen into his unconscious state, and all the spiritual power was his.

"Mine, all of it is mine, all the spiritual power is mine."

The snake demon's strange words aroused the doubts of the demons below the stage.

"What do you mean 'his'? Where did this spiritual power come from?"

"Isn't he crazy?"

The snake demon transformed into a snake, flicking its tongue, and greedily stared at the child in front of it, its blood-red mouth wide open, as if it wanted to swallow him whole.

The demons below the stage all felt that it was definitely over. As expected, the difference in strength was too great, and the cub couldn't even put up a fight.

No, you're wrong.

The snake demon was somewhat surprised to see that he had regained consciousness. At this moment, he did not notice that something was wrong with the cub with its drooping eyelids.

His eyes were already bloodshot, and the wisps of hair on his forehead were soaked with sweat, revealing both pitifulness and danger. A bloodthirsty smile spread across his lips.

“Something’s not right. He doesn’t want you anymore, and you’re scared, right?”

"Yes, I'm so scared, so can you grant me a request?"

"What request?"

The snake demon transformed back into human form, seemingly sensing something amiss. It reached out and lifted the little creature's chin, and gradually, a pair of eerie red eyes came into view.

He suddenly let go.

"You, what the hell are you!"

Her eyes were clearly gold before she went on stage, so how did they turn red?

The cub tilted its head, a hint of innocence appearing in its blood-red eyes. "Can I ask you to die?"

The strange conversation, along with the little guy's red eyes, despite the fact that the other party showed no signs of cultivation, sent chills down the spines of everyone present.